Chapter 689: Chapter 689: Killing People, Seizing the Sword!
Boom!
No sooner had the words fallen than White Mitchell stomped his foot.
Imdiately, on the trunk of the towering ancient tree that symbolized his original fighting power, a footstep as deep as three feet appeared.
Hmm!?
Upon seeing this, the redhead middle-aged man’s gaze suddenly focused, his heart actually fluctuating slightly.
“This kid’s realm is clearly only the Innate Third Stage. Even if he has a Spiritual Artifact in his hand, he shouldn’t be able to cause such a great shock to .
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Moreover, this shock force is clearly not from the Spiritual Artifact, but from within this kid.
Could it be that this kid, with his realm of Innate Third Stage, has overwheld in terms of montum?” The redhead man’s heart shook violently, as if he had seen sothing unbelievable. His pupils rapidly enlarged, staring fixedly at White Mitchell.
But White Mitchell suddenly disappeared from his sight.
This…
For a mont, the redhead man who saw all this couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of unease.
It was as if sothing was threatening his life.
He was all too familiar with this feeling.
As he regularly walked on the edge of a blade, he was obviously more than familiar with this scent of death.
This is death’s breath!
This feeling of being targeted by the Grim Reaper, he wouldn’t feel wrong.
But this kid is clearly only at the Innate Third Stage!
How could he cause such a heavy impact on himself, making him feel a breath of death?
Suddenly, the redhead man’s mind was filled with doubts.
But he knew very well, now is not a ti for hesitation.
White Mitchell, the boy, was full of unknown danger, incredibly mysterious, and he absolutely could not take it lightly.
Upon thinking of this, the redhead bit his tongue hard.
Instantly, a sharp pain spread from his tongue, and blood filled his mouth.
The taste of blood brought a glimr of clarity to the redhead man’s thoughts. Imdiately, he held up his large red sword, ready to block.
But before his sword could take position, the voice of White Mitchell rang out like a specter behind him, “Your speed is too slow!”
“Wh… what?”
Hearing these words, the redhead’s eyes suddenly focused. He then involuntarily gasped, a chilly sensation rendering his scalp numb, instantly spreading throughout his body.
This…
The redhead man’s heart jolted, but before he could react, White Mitchell made his move.
Splash!
A stream of blood gushed out directly from the redhead’s throat.
Shortly after, the man’s eyes visibly dimd at an alarming speed.
Thud!
Within re seconds, the redhead man collapsed on the spot.
Right up to the mont of his death, he still couldn’t understand why he would lose to a re ant at the Innate Third Stage.
Was his power at the Innate Six Stages all false?
Why did this happen?
Dear God, could you give an answer?
Unfortunately, God cannot provide him with an answer. The answer he sought could only be sought from Yama.
White Mitchell saw this, had no hesitation, and directly took the big red sword that the redhead man had been holding, then imdiately joined the battlefield where the God of Heaven War was.
Upon arriving, White Mitchell threw the red sword in his hand to the God of Heaven War, “Heaven! Catch the sword!”
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